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The blur

Blurs occur but they end up you
circle me through your demented Memory of us ending  
Our formation was bending when our bodies we’re descending
I balance into your eyes without understanding
Can you say your nothing when the clue of you is expanding?
Someone always tries to fly free
Though no one knows how to be me
What I see is me
I could portray my life to you
I would have to see your way of passing through
Shattered by the fantasy of us in the sky’s
Continue more into the disguise
Where i feed you tablets of my memory griping your eyes
Follow me under the willow tree with your natural erotic body
The flower child for my hands and me
We Blew and perplexed and peeled our minds under that tree
She blew a dandelion my way and I shivered free
That demented memory simply leaped into my hands forever
Circled around her view the way it brought things together
Your body beside my bricks
Close to a blur
Now your here gathering my tricks
Where’s my gypsy that I once knew the shadow of?
Our blur of ending is shadowed by the demented memory of our love
The blur was actually a memory with our loving ending.

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